3rd Floor Common Room [Saturday Evening]

[longislandiceme]

Fear, Fandom, fear. For Bobby had had not one, but two caffeinated beverages this afternoon. Which would explain why he was not so much sitting in the common room as bouncing around it, flipping through channels, then checking the fridge, then back to the couch, then back to the fridge, as if its contents would have magically changed in the five minutes since he last checked.

[ooc: mmm, procrastination! open.]